Mac addressed him first, asking Seth where he'd been. The Nobody gave his trademark shrug, "Eh, nowhere, really. Skipped rocks on a beach, got bored and decided to check out one of the big city views from the top of some musty old Cathedral in Paris, got bored of that and came back here. Nothing to tell, really." if any of the Frenchmen present were Parisians then they may just take offense at the Nobody essentially scoffing one of their most holy sites in the city as "old" and "musty". Looked like everyone was laying into Drake for what happened. He probably deserved it, but Seth kept out of it. He had no interest in deciding someone else's punishment. Tocsax seemed to keep looking at him as he ranted at Drake. Why? Seth had no idea, nor did he care to know. If some of that frustration was supposed to be aimed his way, then Tocsax wasn't doing a very good job at it. Or maybe there was some other reason Seth just didn't notice? Oh well, it must not have been that important anyway. [i]"Seth," spoke Tocsax, "sorry for punishing you first. Now, can you protect Mai?"[/i] Seth shrugged, as if he had no idea what the other Nobody was talking about. Then he snapped his gloved fingers as if suddenly remembering something, "Oh right, yeah of course..." his voice trailed off and then, Seth's grin changed a bit, and he narrowed his eyes knowingly, "...Oh, man, I just remembered I can't." he snapped his fingers again, pretending to be disappointed. He stood and opened up a Corridor next to him, "Those toilets aren't gonna scrub themselves, are they? I better get on that. You guys can finish the quest without me, right? Great, catch ya later!" and without giving anyone a chance to object or stop him, the Nobody was gone. If Tocsax wanted Seth to scrub toilets, then fine. Seth would scrub toilets. And that was [i]all[/i] he was going to do from now on. Unless of course Tocsax wised up and decided to end the silly punishment. Otherwise, the others were on their own for now. For what it was worth, Seth [i]did[/i] actually keep to his word. The Corridor took him back to the ship, where he did legitimately start scrubbing bathroom toilets. Of course, he did this at [i]his own[/i] pace, a very slow pace that ensured he could keep himself busy with this for as long as it took to make his point.